Thursday, December 29, 2016

A Lazy Afternoon

Jimmy had a rare day off. Mommy had some shopping to do, so he’s curled up on the couch, taking a nap. Emily bounces in and tucks herself along his tummy, giving him a peck on his cheek. Sleepily, the chubby arm wraps around the thin shoulders.
A small stir. “Yes, Sweetie?” 
“You love Mommy, don’t you?”
A single eye opens. “She’s my favoritest girl in all the world.”
The little face fell a little.
“I thought I was.”
“She was here first.” 
Brightening up, she chirps.
“She likes what Santa brought, doesn’t she?”
“Yes, Baby, she does.” He grinned and turned over on his back. “She hasn’t taken it off since I gave it to her.”
“Yes, Emily.”
“How did you and Mommy meet?”
“She and Grandma moved in the house behind ours when I was ten.”
“Did she like you back then?”
“She thought I had cooties and I thought girls were silly, so we didn’t play together. 
The little face crunched up. “Boys DO have cooties. That is what Riley told me.”
Daddy chuckled. “I know we do. We are yucky and gross.”
“But how did she change her mind?”
Jimmy sat up and pulled Emily up on his lap.
“Grandma had a picnic in her back yard for Mommy’s 12th birthday. Cake and everything. Her friend that was supposed to come got sick and Mommy was sad. Grandma saw me over the fence playing with my dog Petey and asked me if I wanted to come. My Mom said it was OK if I took the dog with me. It felt weird at first, because I was a boy. But we talked and played with the dog until after the moon came up and my Mom called me home. That was when I realized we really liked each other.”
Emily’s eyes got big.
“Did you kiss?”
Jimmy laughed and hugged his daughter tight.
“No, Honey, that came later. But I did find something I loved so I never gave up. And I never will, either. I think I hear Mommy coming. Let’s see if we can help her with the groceries.”
Topic-Nina Nixon
Pic Guesses-We Three Kings, Rock the Casbah, Marketplace, Rawhide, Song of the Magi

Friday, December 23, 2016

A little later.

"Jimmy, you awake?"

He stirred at the soft touch and turned towards his wife.

"Am now."

"I just want to say I'm sorry for acting like a bitch tonight."

A slow smile came across his face. His hand stroked the side of her face.

"I think we apologized pretty well a little while ago."

He softly kissed her. She smiled, then her face fell in doubt.

"Do you still think I'm pretty? I mean, I never lost..."

"...the baby weight?

Jimmy kissed along her muffin top and across her belly button, then went up to the locket between her breasts. Kissing it deeply, he laid his head over her heart. It was beating fast.

"You are more beautiful after Emily. I thank the Lord every day for that child."

Kristy giggled.

"I wonder if she heard us?"

"Probably. She loves 'happily ever after stories', you know."

Kristy held his head tight, kissing the bald spot.

"Well, she got her wish tonight. I love you, Jimmy."

Jimmy's hand slid from her breast down between her legs. 

"And I Love you, too. She needs to make us take naps more often."

That brought a squeal.

"You are so bad, you need a spanking."

"And you need more loving."

"Bring it, Cowboy. Oh! The saddle is ready." 

Thursday, December 22, 2016

A Necklace (Blogophilia 44.9)

..Do you hear what I hear?
Kristy turned off the radio. If she heard another carol or hymn, she’d scream. Bah, humbug. Scrooge was right. Happy this and miracle that. It really was just another day to pick your pocket. Looking into the living room, she sighed at the scraggly tree with Emily’s preschool ornaments, Jimmy’s tacky “Redneck Christmas” wreath, and only a couple of wrapped presents. She knew she should be grateful for what she had, but it was too much, the bills, the arguments. Now he’s late from work again. Was he seeing someone else? I wouldn’t be surprised, she thought as she grabbed another beer from the fridge.
“Mommy, why did you turn it off?” The little girl asked, twisting her red curls around her fingers.
Popping the can, she took a long drink sat down at kitchen table. His plate sat unused across from her.
“I don’t know. I’m just tired of Christmas.”
Emily rubbed Kristy’s back and put butterfly kisses in her tousled hair. 
“But, why?”
It was all she could do to keep from crying. She stared at the half finished can. 
“Just too much to do, and your Daddy is late again.”
Headlights reflected off the kitchen door. Slump shouldered, Jimmy walked in as she took the last slug. Emily squealed and ran towards him. He caught the leaping girl in a bear hug, planting a wet kiss on the side of her face. Kristy slammed the empty in the trash. 
“Where you been?”
“Wreck on 400.”
“You have a cellphone.” She opened another beer. “Your dinner is on the table. We’ve already eaten.” 
She wobbled into the living room before he could say anything else.
Sighing, he put his briefcase down. and down at the table. Another screaming match. He wondered how much longer they had. He still loved Kristy more than anything in the world, but this work situation was hard on both of them. Months of no work followed by mandatory overtime. He couldn’t tell from one day to next whether he’d be home in time to read to Emily. Nothing he could do was right. How did it all change? Maybe the box in his pocket would bring her around.
Emily brought him a glass of tea, then Mommy told her to get ready for bed. With a quick kiss, she tore out of the room. Jimmy smiled. She was her mother’s child, affectionate and quick tempered. Her tantrums were as fiery as her scarlet hair and he loved her even when she screamed the loudest.
He thought about heating his plate, but after a taste, decided it was fine. Eating slowly, he couldn’t help but be grateful for what he had. Bob Cratchit and Tiny Tim were right, he thought. Even with the work and money problems, he still had his family and no amount of money could replace that. He wondered if Kristy felt the same way. When he was finished, he rinsed his dish and put in the washer. He wasn’t going to hear that argument tonight, anyway. Opening a beer for himself, he went into the living room to watch TV. 
Kristy was in her chair watching some soap opera. She was still upset and probably one wrong word from throwing stuff. Silently, he sat on the sofa and sipped slowly from the can. 
The silence was toxic.
“You did clean your plate?”
“I would think you’d have enough respect to call. I mean, how many times do I have to tell you that?”
“Look, Kristy, it’s Christmas Eve. Can’t we at least be civil?”
She took the last slug from her can and expertly crushed it flat.
“Why? You aren’t very civil to me or Emily.”
“Don’t bring her into this.”
A little voice piped up from the hallway.
“I know a Mommy and Daddy that need a nap.”
They both stopped and turned. Emily, her panda pajamas, had a frown on her face. Kristy’s irritation was obvious.
“Why aren’t you in bed, Young Lady?”
Skipping across the carpet, she grabbed Mommy’s hand and sat her next to Daddy.
“You two need to say sowwy to each other. Yelling isn’t allowed at Chwistmas or Santa’s not going to bwing you nothin’.”
They looked at each other and then at the earnest little face. 
“Now, kiss and make up!”
Their anger slipped away. Stifling a giggle, Jimmy leaned over and gave a retreating Kristy a peck on the lips. As she broke free, her hand felt the bulge in his pocket and stopped. What did he spend money on now? She tried to get up, but Emily pushed her back down.
“No, Daddy. Give her a mushy movie star kiss. She’s been sad all day. It’ll make her happy.”
Jimmy grinned. Just like her mother, always thinking of someone else.
“Maybe, I should give her what Santa gave me.”
The little blue eyes widened. Kristy didn’t know what to do.
“You saw Santa?!”
Jimmy knelt down and looked deep into her eyes.
“Yes, Sweetheart, I did on the way home from work. He told me that Mommy was such a good girl she should get her present early.” Emily looked at her mommy, sinking lower into the sofa. 
“What is it?”
“Well, she has to come over here and see.”
Reluctantly, Kristy slid over. Jimmy pulled the plain long box out his pocket and opened it. Inside was an inexpensive silver necklace with heart shaped locket. 
“Kristy. I know we don’t have much money, but I found this at a thrift store and knew you would like it.”
Pulling it out, he opened the locket. Inside was a small picture of the three they had taken at church when school started. Tears sprung up at the corner of Kristy’s eyes.
“Oh, Jimmy. Our picture!” 
He fastened the chain around her neck. 
“When you wear it, we will always be next to your heart. It is where I want to be now and for all time. Now, let’s give our little girl the mushy movie star kiss she wants.”
There was no hesitation. Kristy pulled the screaming Emily between them and together they kissed her up and down her face. 
“Mommy! You’re the one that supposed to be kissed.”
Putting her down, Kristy looked into her daughter’s eyes and saw herself. There really was a lot to be grateful for. Kristy then kissed Jimmy like there was no tomorrow, only coming up once to say how much she loved him and how this Christmas was the best. 
Emily went to bed, satisfied. As she closed her door, she heard Mommy squealing. Daddy was tickling her. She turned out the light and slipped under her covers. She knew not to ask for a story because they would be making the funny animal noises soon. They always made Emily happy because she knew they were happy, too. 
And that was the bestest present of all.

Easy Prompt-Use a Christmas Carol (Little Drummer Boy)
Pic Guesses: 99 Bottles of Beer, Redneck Special (in blog), Beer with Jesus, Beer Money, A Tear in my Beer, 12 days of Redneck Christmas, , Red Green Christmas.

Monday, December 19, 2016

Email Scams

The script kiddies think we are dumb.

The last few days I have had six or seven notices on the main box saying I have a FedEx message. Here is what a leading security company is saying: FedEX

And even Federal Express is annoyed: Phishing

This is on top of the normal global disaster, porn and get rich quick schemes.

I've been amused at the uptick in crap since the US election.I made mention of it a few days ago. Traffic Scan

Why don't you just purchase the damn personal identifying information on the open market? It's cheaper. 

Friday, December 16, 2016

Friday Random

It's been a while since I did a post that was just random thoughts.

Over the last few weeks I have been troubled by my parallel thought train. This is my Walter Mitty life where I am someone else. Lately it has been as a down and out sinner. A sex offender that will never be forgiven, waiting for the next unannounced beating, with the promise that I am beyond the grace of God and the only thing I have to look forward to is the eternal flames. When this happens, I can feel my blood pressure rise. Angry only at the these thoughts, I want to lash out. But I know this would only plunge my physical self into this imaginary world.

The other night I finally called out to God for the thoughts to go away. It took a while, but they ebbed out to sea. But the mind wasn't silent. The replacement was the face of a girl about four years old. She is crying in anger and frustration and her mother is nearing the end of her rope. I reached out and placed my hand on the tiny back and she crawled up into my lap. I quietly hummed a lullaby as she settled into blissful sleep in my lap. The mother took the child and laid her on a bed,

She began to cry and I placed my hand on her back. She cuddled in and whined about the burden of her daughter. I shushed her and sang the same lullaby. As she began to settle, the daughter came back into the room.

"Are you rocking my Mommy to sleep?"

The Mother turned. "Go on back to bed, Sweetie. I'll tuck you in in a minute."

The daughter walked over and placed her tiny hand on my chest.

"Put your head here, Mommy. You can hear his heart and you'll go to sleep faster."

We smiled and I grabbed her up, putting her on the other side. I said"

"Better yet, Mommy on the left side and Baby on the right. You'll both sleep well tonight."

And the sun rose on the three of us, smiling in our bliss.

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Tides (Blogophilia 43.9)

Tide flows in
Surely as it flows out
Into the black ocean
Heartbeat of the marsh
As the sun sets over my shoulder

Tent perched on a hammock
In the eastern time zone
I wonder
Can you see without eyes?
Can you speak without lies?

Another sip of coffee
As the firelight dies
You thought yourself
The big fish in the pond
But sharks proved you wrong
And I’m

Pic guesses: Splish Splash, Big Fish (in blog), Flipper, Banana Boat, Changes in Latitudes (Changes in Attitudes), Rub a dub dub, Free Willy,

Monday, December 12, 2016


Rainy night in Bangkok
Sharing Cabernet with no one
Pictures sliding across the screen
Smiling people at Temple gates
No reverence
No meaning
Another bucket list item

Thinking back on the message
You won!
The trip of a life time
Angkor Wat
Intersection of two religions
Half way around the world
Only to find
The same clueless people
As everywhere else.

Topic (You Won)-Irene Melgoza
Picture-Tyler Myrth
Pic Guesses: Top of the World, Foggy Mountain Breakdown, Climb Ev’ry Mountain, Eidelweiss, Ain’t No Mountain (High Enough), Into the Mystic,

Monday, December 5, 2016

Traffic scan

I'm a stats nut, as I mentioned before. I've always found it interesting who finds my little bit of internet heaven. I've welcomed my South Korean readers over the years. Made mention of the Russians, etc.

Speaking of which, they seem to be back using a Czech server. Am I an unwitting DDOS bot? Or are they using me to transmit nasty malware to the unsuspecting. I haven't a clue.

All I do is post mediocre short stories.

Maybe they just like that.